[MC Ren]Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker(West West y'all)Yeah, L.A. niggazL.A. niggaz rule the world niggaY'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?But this shit come all the way back around hereMy nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-assYaknahmsayin? You gotta recognizeL.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, niggaRecognize this

[Time Bomb]Now in my younger days I used to sport a ragBackpack full of cans plus a four-four magG'd from the feet upBlued up from the sewer's how I grew upLoc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)At Leimert Park, taggin, hittin fools upDitchin my class, just to fuck yo' school upYou don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool upBut don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot youNow there's another motherfucker with no futureBut Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like CubaGot em jumpin {*King T starts speakin, indecipherable*}

[King T]I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannonSmoke big green, call it Bruce BannerWatch your manners, at last another blast from the top notchFrom way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witchaPicture this, Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha LiksAnd Hittman bought a fixDon't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitchHere it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelicWeed and cocaine sold seperate, check itFrom sundown to sunup -- clown done run upThe Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?

Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al, Kokane

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heatRequirements for survival each day -- in L.A.!It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the copsAnalyze why we act this way -- in L.A.!

[Xzibit]I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go HollywoodSlugs for the fuck of itAnybody hatin on us can suck a dickIf I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floorBetter than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whoreIt's AvireX-to-the-ZFuckin with me might get you banned from TV,Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right timeMultiply, we don't die, the streets don't lieWhat, so neither do I, I'm bad for your healthLike puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself

[Defari]Five in the mornin, burglars at my do'Glock forty-five in my dresser drawerLet em come in BLAOW he see the thunder rollRoll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'And bruise by the caseSLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre lacedLikwit Kings wit Sedans and gold ringsHaters fold the style, but can't find no openings